My dad and I were in a hotel and he tried the coffee and smiled and said “ahh, it’s like making love in a canoe.” and I said, “it’s that good?” and he stopped smiling and looked me in the eye and said, “no, it’s fucking close to water" before pouring it down the drain really dramatically and walking away.
Oh my GOD.
Extreme dad jokes.
A compilation of Edward Gorey and his rather gothic poems and illustrations.
Well that was disturbing in a nice way
like the darker more twisted version of Shel Silverstein
i remember reading that if you put your finger in the centre so you can only see the edges of the corridor you seem to be travelling faster, and if you cover the sides of the corridor so you can only see the centre, you seem to be travelling slower